Why will some people take something that other people get pleasure from and turn it into something negative? Only a corrupt mind would do this.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were getting ourselves
situated in the living room with some after supper coffee while
watching the little bit of TV. These days, a little bit of TV is about
all a person can handle.
Nothing quite measures up to a nice hot cup of coffee after a
scrumptious supper and if anybody can scrumpturize a supper, it is the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Every once in a while she will
point out the fact that I am not as skinny as I once was. My response
to her is simply this, “It's your fault for being such a wonderful
cook.”
That stops the conversation; she smiles, sits back and thinks about what
I just said. I sit back and smile thinking that I have gotten out of
another bit of a pickle.
It is very hard to keep up with the news today because we have such
technology that whatever happens anywhere in the universe we have an
immediate story about it.
I do not know about anybody else, but I am just a little bit tired of
the news these days. My wife and I were shocked this week to see a news
report about, of all things, clowns. These clowns, so the reporter went
on, were scaring people and committing crimes like robbery.
Really?
Then they had some footage of somebody dressed up as a clown,
frightening people and threatening to do bodily harm. Now, some places
are forbidding clowns to show up. Even during the Halloween season,
some stores are not selling clown costumes.
How far have we gone in our culture when clowns are a threat to our
culture?
It was not always that way. In high school, for example, I was often
referred to as the class clown. That was a title of deep reverence and
pride. To be the class clown meant you were doing things that made
other people laugh. You were joking and clowning around and creating a
great deal of merriment. With the tension many of our high school
teachers created in class, the class clown had an important job of
bringing down the tension.
If there were awards for being the class clown, I certainly would have
gotten one in high school. They only have awards for scholarship and
athletics. I say nothing is more important in a class than the class
clown. There should be some kind of recognition in this area.
Then when I was growing up, my mother kept telling me to, “Stop clowning
around!”
At the time, I really did not understand what she was trying to say. In
high school, it was a measure of acceptance, but in the home, it was
something inappropriate.
Although I do respect my mother, I have yet to “stop clowning around.”
Now, I have my wife telling me to, “Stop clowning around.” I have often
wondered if this is not some kind of gene passed on to every woman.
There was not just one news story about these fallacious clowns doing
all sorts of criminal activity, but it seemed to be as if a trend was
developing.
I have a friend of mine who is a professional clown and does all kinds
of work with children's and charity activities. You would not find a
nicer person in all the world than my good clown friend. I have not
talked to him about this new development in clownville, but I am sure
he has a good take on it.
The purpose of the clown is to make people laugh. That's all.
Now even a certain fast food chain has given their clown a vacation
until some of this nonsense passes over. I think this is stupid.
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